For Cambridge people rarely smile, Being urban, squat, and packed with guile.

The cool kindliness of sheets, that soon smooth away trouble; and the rough male kiss of blankets.

Canada is a live country - live, but not, like the States, kicking.

It's all a terrible tragedy. And yet, in it's details, it's great fun. And - apart from the tragedy - I've never felt happier or better in my life than in those days in Belgium.

Store up reservoirs of calm and content and draw on them at later moments when the source isn't there, but the need is very great.

But there's wisdom in women, of more than they have known, And thoughts go blowing through them, are wiser than their own.

I know what things are good: friendship and work and conversation. These I shall have.